What Cheer; Or, Roger Williams in Banishment: A Poem

by Job Durfee

XXIV.

As when some urchin, with a heedless blow,

The insect nations of the hive alarms,

Down from their cells the watchful myriads flow,

And earth and air grow black with murmuring swarms;

So from the woods the wondering warriors go,

So o’er the dark’ning strand their concourse forms;

None save their haughty chiefs remain behind,

And they the lofty banks and forest margin lined.